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What Jay did the night of the Golden Globes.
I had some peanuts and did not watch a minute of this crappy jerk off fest. Now, I am not trying to be a dick to you sad people who actually spent your time watching this crap. But, do you actually believe that what the over-exposed acting public wears is important? I have a trophy that my friend Suz got for me. I am sorry, you will need to give me a minute……. I am feeling a little emotional………… Huh(exhales; feel my underlying pain), ok I am ready. I painted it and put a light-up star behind it. Along with the pictures of my family and friends it is one of the most precious things I own. (for the purpose of this diatribe of course)
What do these statues that celebrities recieve mean? It means, I can get paid 25 million dollars for six months worth of work and pat myself on the back. “You like me, you really like me.” Yeh, everyone wants that but, give me a break. I can understand wanting recognition for your acomlishments, but are you freaking kidding me. Think about the miners who were stuck in the Sago mine, sealing off the side drift.(drift being a tunnel or a cutout in the rock) Those guys did exactly what they were trained for, I know, I have been through the training. They saved one fella’s life because of their efforts and they ended up dead. They did their job, collected their money and never came back. And don’t even get me started on 9/11 and the heroics we saw there.
Celebrities do not need to give themselves more awards. That, unfortunately, is who is giving the celebrities their awards…. themselves. You don’t need a trophy if you do something that really matters.
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Monday, January 15, 2007
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That one
I think that you might know what I am talking about. There is always a one. A skateboard that had just the right pop, a glass that you had to use when you had breakfast, and that one girl who fit perfectly in your arms. I think it might only happen to me once. I was in college and leaving her parents house after dropping by on my way back. We sat outside for a while taking in the Black Hills autumn. And of course we talked. The time came when I needed to leave. She walked me to my car and we both look up the driveway for her parents, who might not trust the skate-punk their daughter is dating. Our eyes meet and I pull her towards me. We kiss for a while and then it happened. I pull her close and slip my hands down her sides to her hips, stopping at her waist. I slide my left hand around to the small of her back and pulled her closer. My right hand follows her spine up to the nape of her neck. I run my fingers through the back of her hair as she tries to pull me closer, but that is impossible. Her head is resting on my shoulder and she turns towards my face, drawing her chin along my collarbone. I feel her press her nose and lips against the side of my neck. She feels weightless in my arms, and my legs almost fall out from under me. At that moment she could have stayed there forever.
That was a long time ago. I still have that skateboard that provided the perfect kickflip, my new one has yet to see a halfed-assed one. My new trucks will not fit on the old board, and I can’t bring myself to drill the holes needed to mount them. So, I guess we will never know. |
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